Poems of Louis Untermeyer
|21.||Prayer For This House||4/16/2010|
|22.||Questions At Night||4/16/2010|
|27.||The Dark Chamber||4/16/2010|
|29.||The Victory Of The Beet-Fields||4/16/2010|
What sudden bugle calls us in the night
And wakes us from a dream that we had shaped;
Flinging us sharply up against a fight
We thought we had escaped.
It is no easy waking, and we win
No final peace; our victories are few.
But still imperative forces pull us in
And sweep us somehow through.